Beauville Box Set

Stories from Beauville: Anna and Jackson

In the Fictional town of Beauville, anything is possible.

Compromise is a word Annabelle Macon knows well. Sacrifices at home, in college and with her career, have all given her the tools to be the person she is. Now it seems she must also make concessions for her long-time love, Jackson Storme. Six months into their relationship, and he’s already making unrealistic demands. With distance putting that much more of a strain on their relationship, how are the two ever going to manage?

Old insecurities have a way of resurfacing, making Anna feel less than suitable for someone like Jackson. She’s worked hard to get to where she is now. Her life and her work are clashing, making matters worse. Bringing a whole new meaning to work/life balance. But Anna knows that with a little give and take everything will fall into place, regardless of the obstacles that may stand in her way.

There is always a light at the end of every dark tunnel. But who ever analyzes the journey to get there? There are doors leading to different outcomes, Windows slightly ajar, offering other paths, and cracks in the wall alluding to the outer arena called life.

Jackson’s been through it all.

Highs.

Lows.

Twists.

Turns.

But he’ll always remember her.

He’ll fight for her.

Almost die for her.

Walk through hell and back for her.

Because until her, there was no him.

Betrayal and new faces all come together as Jackson Storme and Annabelle Macon’s story concludes in A southern contemporary filled with ups and downs, rights and wrongs, and finally, their happily ever after. With an extra helping of Lola Danvers. *Mature Readers +18 Sexual Content and Adult situations. Multicultural Romance IR

Excerpt One

“Lord almighty, Annabelle Macon, is that you girl?” Treat whistled as he walked to her side of the car pulling her out and into his arms for a bear hug. Jackson couldn’t move, he could only stare. Hell, he may have even drooled a bit. Annabelle Macon was not the skinny little girl with pigtails he remembered from way back when anymore. She was a bronzed beauty with mahogany tresses that were streaked with highlights that flowed freely from her ponytail. Golden brown skin and light brown eyes looked past Treat’s shoulder and smiled his way. Her mouth made him think of lazy kisses that lasted well into the night; and her legs? Well, they just kept going and going and going. When Treat released her, she turned back to the car to say something to Joey, and Jackson was treated to the full view of her apple bottom. That ass was meant to fill his hands. Jackson’s pants tightened and he had to adjust himself before he could walk over and greet her properly. She was wearing a white, gauzy dress that hugged every curve of her beautiful body. She was his fantasy come to life, with her hair up, exposing her delicate neck and bare shoulders. The rest of her, encased in her dress, left nothing to his imagination, and Jackson had an excellent imagination. Today is turning out to be a great day, Jackson thought to himself.

Excerpt Two

His words made my body shudder and my breath hitch. I should have waited, let him get me home before I allowed him to kiss me. “Go and fix me a plate, baby, I’m gonna need all the energy I can get, and call Miss Pearl and tell her and the Mayor you won’t be coming home tonight.” Jackson slapped me on my ass and pushed me in the direction of the festival. I didn’t protest. I was in a sexual haze; he’d turned me into a lust-crazed zombie to do his bidding and nothing more. I walked on shaky legs over to the picnic table and grabbed a new plate. I filled it with heaping spoonful’s of potato salad, greens, yams; I took half a cornbread and three chicken breasts, and a quarter rack of ribs, all for Jackson. When I turned, he was sitting at the table with Treat and Joey, he looked up and winked at me before tipping his head in my direction. I was in trouble, big trouble. I was looking forward to burning up the sheets with him, even though I knew he would be the one setting the fire.

A SLOW BURN

In the Fictional town of Beauville, anything is possible.

Annabelle Macon left home to become somebody. When fired from her job in New York, she’s anxious to come home. Home is where the heart is, and her heart has always been set on Jackson Storme. But when opportunity presents Anna with an exciting new job back in New York, she doesn't know what to do.

Sheriff Jackson Storme is happy being deemed a player. He hasn't found the one woman to call his own, and that’s okay with him. When his baby sister pulls up to the Fourth of July picnic and her passenger steps out, Jackson realizes his woman has made herself known. Will Anna and Jackson’s fire only burn for one night, or can he convince her that the best burn is A Slow Burn.

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GIVE AND TAKE

Compromise is a word Annabelle Macon knows well.

Sacrifices at home, in college and with her career, have all given her the tools to be the person she is. Now it seems she must also make concessions for her long-time love, Jackson Storme. Six months into their relationship, and he’s already making unrealistic demands. With distance putting that much more of a strain on their relationship, how are the two ever going to manage?

Old insecurities have a way of resurfacing, making Anna feel less than suitable for someone like Jackson. She’s worked hard to get to where she is now. Her life and her work are clashing, making matters worse. Bringing a whole new meaning to work/life balance. But Anna knows that with a little give and take everything will fall into place, regardless of the obstacles that may stand in her way.

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Sweet tea and long lazy days filled with intimacy and sex. It’s what Jackson’s voice makes me long for. Carefree days spent in his big bed making love, and binge watching The Walking Dead and Helix. Eating and making love well into the night; until we’re so exhausted, our bodies fall into a deep sleep. Beautiful days turned into hot sweaty nights. Jackson’s made the past several months wonderful in a way I can’t explain.

“Baby, I’ll be back soon.” The longing clear in my voice as I respond.

His growl over the phone makes me shiver.

“Anna.” I can tell by his voice he’s frustrated. It drops lower. Strained.

My body is going into withdrawals and when the sound dips low, it’s more growl than anything else. My stomach pitches into free fall. My breath stutters and no matter how many times I tell myself I’m city-chic, I always give in to my southern sigh.

“One more week,” I whisper into the phone. My voice is not strong enough to handle all that is Jackson and his crooning words.

“Promise me I’ll be dining on your sweet body by Sunday.”

It’s exactly seven days from today.

“Sunday, Jackson.”

“Good girl. I’ll expect a call tomorrow, Anna.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” I mock sweetly into the phone before hanging up. I’ve been back in New York for only three days and each day away is proving to be harder than the last. After I took the job at Stage One, our relationship soared into unknown territory. Much like my photography career; which as of late, is a strain on both of us. He wants me in Beauville, and I want to be there, but I also want to pursue my career. We’re heavily ingrained in relationship mode and although I’ve loved Jackson practically my entire life, he has yet to say the words. Then again, neither have I. As a woman, I don’t want to come off as pushy and needy. I promised myself I wasn’t going to push him. When the words are said, I want them to be because he feels them.It’s Monday night, and I promised Talia I’d have drinks with her at the Metro. It’s a swanky club on the lower east side of town and is almost always booked. Somehow, Talia got us reservations.

I was putting on my outfit when I’d answered Jackson’s call. My little black dress is a flair that I partnered with my strappy gold Jimmy’s. Gold hoops compliment my slick up-do and make-up. I don’t dress up like I normally would. That’s all kinds of crazy and asking for trouble. Last year I was single. This year I’m Jackson Storme’s woman, and even though he isn’t here to see me, I feel obliged to tone it down. I don’t want to put out signals, or advertise to anyone I’m available for a quick romp. We’d spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s with my mom, Joey, and Treat. Jackson was clear. A woman’s signals were based on what she put out into the universe. I didn’t believe him at first and was standoffish because of it, but once I thought about it, I agreed he had a valid point. Even though we haven’t professed our love for one another, we both understand we’re exclusive. Grabbing my clutch and coat, I take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs to catch a cab.

“Anna! Over here,” Talia’s bright red hair stands out in a sea of blondes and dark browns. She is the center of attention as she holds her martini glass near the entrance. There’s a wide smile on her face as she waves me over. We were roommates in college when I first moved to New York from Beauville. Her father is a huge oil executive at a big company in Texas. Like me, we both wanted out of our small towns and back porch conversations, so we could immerse ourselves in city life. We’d bonded while reinventing ourselves.

Until Her

There is always a light at the end of every dark tunnel. But who ever analyzes the journey to get there? There are doors leading to different outcomes, Windows slightly ajar, offering other paths, and cracks in the wall alluding to the outer arena called life.

Jackson’s been through it all.

Highs.

Lows.

Twists.

Turns.

But he’ll always remember her.

He’ll fight for her.

Almost die for her.

Walk through hell and back for her.

Because until her, there was no him.

Betrayal and new faces all come together as Jackson Storme and Annabelle Macon’s story concludes in Until Her, a southern contemporary filled with ups and downs, rights and wrongs, and finally, their happily ever after. (With an extra helping of Lola Danvers.)